Whither the weather...

After a lovely day yesterday, the weather gods decided to get their own back today.

I was woken up at 8am by thunder. Now those of you who know me, know I can sleep through anything - I did sleep through the 87 hurricane in London - so for the thunder to wake me it must have been loud. Then, instead of venting it's anger, so to speak, the thunder continued to grumble throughout the day and now at midnight it's still rumbling. On top of that it has rained, oh how it has rained. The old 'cats and dogs' doesn't even begin to describe it. I've said before how it rains here absolutely vertically unless there's a wind blowing at which point the vertical becomes horizontal, well today there was no wind but the rain showers were pretty regular. So about once an hour for fifteen minutes, the heavens opened and the earth was flooded.

I managed to get to and from work (and a quick trip out for food) without getting too wet but some of my students were imitating drowned rats (and only about a quarter turned up). It reminds me of Egypt, land of the eternally warm weather, when it actually rained for three days. Nobody knew what to do as it hadn't rained in Cairo for about twenty years. The roads were mudslides, the cars discovered what the windscreen wipers were for and then discovered that they didn't work - fun for all!

You know I am looking forward to the summer, I need my sunshine but I do miss the British rain.